Every time I wake up, I'm the only one here.
Every time I come home, I'm the only one here.
I see things at the grocery store she'd like and I don't buy them.
I buy too much food. It's been four months. Hard to buy produce for one.
Been visiting the gym. The doctor. Not sure why. This urge to keep living.
I don't have a belief system where we'll be reunited but I do believe that when I die, I'll stop. The pain will stop but not yet. We're still going.